Jack & OTA
After telling a few people one of the biggest secrets he kept hidden (not the biggest, he knew, but telling strangers about Gray and Tosh and Owen would be more painful than dying and reviving for two thousand years had been), Jack hadn’t seen much point in going to the last bonfire. Well, it was more that he’d been afraid of what he might get asked in public (what he did back home, someone else picking about if anyone had known, why he'd left), but telling himself he had nothing great to say that couldn't be told somewhere else was easier than admitting that fear.
But after the tension of the last week or so--and the release of some of that tension with Chloe and Bo--Jack figured he should put in an appearance.
And after all, there was going to be coffee. Even if it wouldn’t be up to Ianto’s standards, he really had missed coffee. Just because he didn’t need much sleep didn’t mean a good kick of caffeine now and then didn’t feel amazing.
He was standing a bit to the side, smiling and giving a suggestive raise of his eyebrow over his makeshift cup at anyone who passed his way, inviting anyone who wanted to stop and talk--or more.